Page 67 of Love Under the Microscope
He kisses my head, and my heart bumps.
Just a physical reaction. No big deal.
As I lie with Jack, relaxed and satiated, I need to be realistic as to what this is—just sex. Hormones are doing their job extremely well to make me feel like I could be falling in love. That is one of the positive aspects of Orchid. One little pill does all that. None of those feelings need to ever rear their ugly little heads with another person present. Our customers can experience that alone. So maybe I have done a good thing. Though the jury is still out for me. Not that I take the pill daily, but I have tried it on occasion.
Still, Orchid has never made me feel the way Jack has. So, there’s that.
“I can’t wait to feel you again, to taste you,” he says.
My insides squirm with excitement. “Do you enjoy blowjobs?”
“Is that a trick question?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“An emphatic yes.” He draws circles on my skin with his finger. “I’m serious about how good that was.”
“It was awesome. We’ll have to see how the next time is.”
He smirks playfully. “Are you challenging me?”
“Only if you want me to,” I say coyly.
With one of his hands cupping my breast, he kisses me. My nipples pebble and ache for him to touch, suck, or do anything to them, but Jack pulls away from the kiss. “You’re sure about me staying, right? I can go home if that’ll be more comfortable for you.”
I lean into his hand cupping my face. “I’d like you to stay. Maybe I’ll cook you something nice for breakfast.”
He pulls me back onto his chest and brushes his fingers through my hair. “Is this when I make some stupid joke about how you’d like your eggs fertilized by morning or something like that?”
I groan. “Old-school music and now old-school jokes. You’re practically a seventy-year-old in a hot young body.”
His chest rumbles with laughter beneath me. “Do I fuck like I’m seventy?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“That’s what I thought.” He kisses the top of my head. “As for breakfast, I’ll cook for you. It’s the least I can do.”
I drop my head back against him and trace the ridges of his abs with my fingertip. I knew he was fit, but I love his body. Jack Parker is a total surprise in every sense.
“Do you want to keep cuddling or start round two?”
“Decisions, decisions.”
“The choice is yours.”
“I’m ready for the second round as long as there’s more cuddling later.”
“Always up for cuddling.” Jack reaches for the condoms.
He turns on his side, dangling the condom a few inches above my face, and reaches around to slap my ass. A slap that sends a delicious shiver through my body.
“This time,” he says with a mischievous smile. “I want to watch you ride me.”
“You do, huh?”
“Oh yeah, boss. We can do oral after that.”
I sigh, relishing everything to come.
